Shiver

‘Help me help me,’ I chant, my voice ragged and husky as I slide my cock in and out of her cunny, mocking her. 

Hermione is laying on her belly, her hips tilted back slightly.  My hips are rocking against her, leisurely as I take my pleasure from her body.

It’s not enough. I need more.  I always want more.  And I can hear my own voice, twisted and cruel, whispering you will always want it…

I grit my teeth and begin to fuck her harder, digging my nails painfully into her hips, but she utters not a sound. 

I ignore the insidious voice in my head and focus on her.

My words, however cruel and mocking, appear to have no impact on her.  This bothers me, and I wonder if perhaps I have overdone it.  Turning my head I glance at the clock on the wall and frown. 

‘Come on Granger, it isn’t half past three.’  I can’t remember when this all started nor do I care.  I slip out of her and her body makes a soft pop.  My mouth twitches in amusement but I don’t comment upon it.  Instead I grab her hips and roll her onto her back.

Angry bruises are already forming on her hips, and I feel a flicker of something inside. 

She flops like a doll, and stares at the ceiling with glassy eyes.  And I feel my humor vanishing along with any unfamiliar feelings.  Instead I feel the familiar rage that she always seems to inspire begin to flare inside.

‘Still acting like a hurt school girl?  Come now Granger, we both know you’re anything but a naïve, innocent, girl.’  I lean over and deliberately twist her nipple, hoping to hear a cry, something, anything to signal that she’s still there but she doesn’t even react.  She merely looks up at the ceiling, almost as if…

‘Oh Ms. Granger….where have you gone?’  And my anger disappears, replaced with something like excitement.  ‘Never say you are bored by my ministrations?  I must be losing my touch.’  I raise my arms and stretch, ‘Never mind, I will find you.’

She slowly turns her head and allows her eyes to meet mine.  And her body becomes so still that a stranger might think she has died, but I have spent so many years watching others look at my father and aunt and they all wore the same look.

Dread.

I always wondered why they did it.  Oh sure, it was always fun teasing Granger and her friends but this was on a whole other level.  I feel a rush, a thrill, and a dark ecstasy begins to rise inside of me.

And a sweet smile graces my face.

I lower my voice to a soft whisper, ‘Oh Ms. Granger, you have no idea the fun I have in store for you.’  And I push a tendril of hair out of her eyes, ‘I promise not to bore you again.  In fact, I can guarantee it.’

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I want to thank everyone for their patience.  Between my job and moving I have sort of put writing on hold.  I have a goal of finishing this story by the end of January.  Fingers crossed!